Her Fair-Skinned Form Is Not What I Desire
Her fair-skinned form is not what I desire.
Because my skin is dark, and hers is light,
my passion burns like a flame not so bright:
snow-like complexion ne'er warms like auburn-fire.
Though bred as opposites opposed: one higher,
the other below where I, a dark knight,
she, like a shooting star that brightens the night,
together are a can of worms I don't admire.
The world we know won't permit us together.
She comes from privilege, money, and ease;
and, when it pleases her, she has a taste for leather.
But I loathe her society's disease,
depravity, intolerance, waste, leisure,
and fallen nature's Mephistopheles!
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